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Guess who went out today and forgot to take any pictures!
A friend of the family is currently in Thailand recovering from a different surgery, and today we were both recovered enough to go out. It was good to get out of the hotel, now I can at least say I went shopping like a proper tourist!
We went to this huge... not a mall exactly, more a sort of market, but indoors. A market crossed with a mall maybe, Iโm not sure exactly how to classify it. It had some regular stores and cafes and stuff, but there was also street food stalls and little touristy souvenir shops and stuff. We just wandered around for a few hours browsing whatever caught our fancy.
Bartering is a thing here, and I am terrible at it. I always feel guilty about asking for a lower price, and the whole social interaction feels uncomfortable and a little combative. Itโs not how things work in New Zealand. Thankfully, my friend knows what sheโs about, so she handled all the haggling for me. She told me off a couple times for looking to excited about an item, which made it harder for her to get the price down. Itโs all too complicated for me! But I wound up with a wooden elephant head that I can put on the wall next to the wooden giraffe head I got in Bali, and a coconut bowl inlaid with mother of pearl as a gift for my mum. Souvenirs purchased, mission accomplished. (Like these top surgery scars arenโt souvenir enough!)
We went to a maid cafe for lunch, which was a very bizarre experience. My friend picked it, and Iโm not sure if she knew what it was. With the girls all dressed up and the rules we got taken through when we sat down about not touching them, not taking photos etc, I felt a little bit creepy, like a voyeur or something. But I sat with my back to the rest of the room and just focused on chatting with my friend and enjoying the food, so it wasnโt too bad. And now I can say Iโve been to a maid cafe I guess...
Trying to find a taxi home was a bit of a mission. Apparently, taxi drivers will try to get away with not using the meter, and then they can tell you a much higher price that you canโt really dispute, because thereโs no meter price to back you up. We had to try several different drivers before we found someone who agreed to use the meter, and all the interactions were the same kind of combativeness as haggling. I never would have managed on my own, I would have just accepted what they told me and gotten wildly ripped off.
By the time I got back to the hotel I was pretty knackered. Itโs the most exercise Iโve done since surgery, and I was also just hot and sweaty from being out. Itโs so much hotter here than Iโm used to. A good day overall though, Iโm glad I did it, but I donโt think Iโll go out again. Itโs all a bit too much for this small town introvert.